The singer has everything within him. The notes come out from his very life. They are not materials gathered from outside.
When I stand before thee at the day’s end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.
Topics: Life and Living
We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.
When we rejoice in our fullness, then we can part without fruits with joy.
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
Asks the Possible of the Impossible, “Where is your dwelling-place?” “In the dreams of the Impotent,” comes the answer.
The meaning of the living words that come out of the experiences of great hearts can never be exhausted by any one system of logical interpretation. They have to be endlessly explained by the commentaries of individual lives, and they gain an added mystery in each new revelation.
In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height; In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.
Let me light my lamp, says the tiny star; and never debate whether it will dispel the darkness.
The greed of gain has no time or limit to its capaciousness. It’s one object is to produce and consume. It has pity neither for beautiful nature nor for living human beings. It is ruthlessly ready without a moment’s hesitation to crush beauty and life out of them, molding them into money.
Topics: Greed, Money
I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument, while the song I came to sing remains unsung.
Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.
Topics: Time Management
I have become my own version of an optimist. If I can’t make it through one door, I’ll go through another door—or I’ll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.
If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.
Do not say, “It is morning,” and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name.
I do not love him because he is good, but because he is my little child.
We are hidden in ourselves, like a truth hidden in isolated facts. When we know that this One in us is One in all, then our truth is revealed.
Life’s errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole.
Life is given to use, we earn it by giving it.
The fundamental desire of life is the desire to exist.
You are invited to the festival of this world and your life is blessed
The potentiality of perfection outweighs actual contradictions… Existence in itself is here to prove that it cannot be an evil.
I’m lost in the middle of my birthday. I want my friends, their touch, with the earth’s last love. I will take life’s final offering; I will take the last human blessing.
We manage to swallow flesh only because we do not think of the cruel and sinful thing that we do. Cruelty… is a fundamental sin, and admits of no arguments or nice distinctions. If only we do not allow our heart to grow callous, it protests against cruelty, is always clearly heard; and yet we go on perpetrating cruelties easily, merrily, all of us – in fact, anyone who does not join in is dubbed a crank
Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly. For life is a creative idea; it can only find itself in changing forms.
God seeks comrades and claims love, the Devil seeks slaves and claims obedience.
Love’s overbrimming mystery joins death and life. It has filled my cup of pain with joy.
No civilized society can thrive upon victims, whose humanity has been permanently mutilated.
Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless in facing them.
Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it.
Let me not look for allies in life’s battlefield but to my own strength.
Let me not crave in anxious fear to be saved but hope for the patience to win my freedom.
Grant me that I may not be a coward, feeling your mercy in my success alone;
But let me find the grasp of your hand in my failure.
I am restless. I am athirst for faraway things. My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance. O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute! I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.
Emancipation from the bondage of the soil is no freedom for the tree.
All that is not given is lost.
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